Paper swans sailing
dirty pavements
Old news stirs
in cold dawn windsA literary evolved genome of humanity
That can last; all but one day
Till it becomes a worthless collection
Of discredited paparazzi theories
Thrown away for new paradigms
I would miss you, if I saw your face
On these fading, printed sheets
If, for one second, I had thought
Like the breaking news and exclusives
It would have endured more than a day
